- We're Talking About A Revolution
"It's called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it."
- George Carlin
- "Bush Knocked Down The Towers"
Is This Heaven?
by Mike Palecek
Only if you say so.
U.S. Congressman Ron Paul says that America is in danger of a false flag operation. That would be another 911. Because the government wants to invade Iran, wants even more control of us, the nation, the planet.
Even though the birds are chirping and the sun is shining bright on the folks walking lockstep over to the church across the street, this seems more and more like hell, especially after seeing Michael Moore's "Sicko" on Saturday.
The film starts out with Moore talking about the frivolity of pursuing The American Dream.
Ruth and I both didn't have to work so we drove over to Sioux Falls.
God Bless Michael Moore.
Our country did something right to be able to produce somebody like him.
"Sicko" says a whole lot. It's about health care, but it's so well written and conceived. It ends up being a commentary on just a whole lot of things.
And you end up fantacizing about moving to France or Canada or Cuba.
Moore says that one reason the people of France get so much from their government is that the government is afraid of the people, afraid that they will revolt if they are not treated fairly.
In the United States the people are afraid of the government, afraid of their employers, their landlords, afraid that if they say or do anything they will lose the tenuous fingernail grip they have on their lives.
A poll this Sunday morning on the Sioux City Journal website:
Do you fear an Al-Qaida attack on American soil within the next year?
I voted "No" and got to see the results thus far. Sixty percent said yes.
We really don't have much of a country. We are blubbery, weak-kneed people.
We nap in the bleachers at a tractor pull and call that being rugged individualists.
We don't care enough to learn what this country is really about, who the terrorists really are.
Moore's film also included a whole lot of time spent with a former member of England's Parliament. He says that Democracy is radical, much more so than Socialism or Communism or any of the other isms.
Because it gives power to the poor, if they will vote.
But it is in the interests of those in power, the rich, the Bushes and Cheneys, to keep the poor, the people, ignorant, hoping to just get through the next day, the next week with some semblance of their lives intact, praying every night on both of their knees that somehow their children will grow up and have a chance at life.
That is how they want us, on our knees.
We have the power.
If we will get up off our knees and walk out into the street.
Here is the website for Cindy Sheehan's walk from Georgia to Washington, D.C.
This is from "The American Dream," my most recent novel.
My website, book covers, blurbs, etc: www.mikepalecek.com
My blog, Is This Heaven?: http://isthisheaven-mike.blogspot.com/
"The American Dream," published by CWG Press: www.cwgpress.com, 2007.
The Americans Dream
of marshmallow clouds
and lollipop lanes
and TV towns.
While the world wails,
The Americans Dream
of rocket ships,
freedom and alleluia.
While they sleep on
through the alarm,
the house afire.
[This is John, a resident of Homeland, a small town in the Midwest where our story takes place. He lives in a little house next to the city park and the war memorial. He is a former protester, went to prison once. The townspeople call him "John The Baptist" because they have caught him peeing in the war memorial flowers after dark. John likes to watch the town through his basement window. He likes to call it being "underground." Here's Johnny.]
"There are those in America who knew that this was not the land of the free and the home of the brave long before Abu Ghraib.
Those people are the poor, the prisoner, the activist, the immigrant.
Anyone who has found himself face to face with the real, ugly face of America: the judge, the guard, the policeman, the soldier.
You know, though, you can make most people believe anything.
They'll swallow the Star Spangled Banner with their Wheaties; they will believe they'll burn in hell for eating fish on a Friday or not entering the building on the corner at least once every Sunday. Tell 'em there's this place called Purgatory and tell them they live in a democracy and that everyone in a crowd of rich people in Washington, D.C. has their very own personal best interests on index cards taped to their bathroom mirrors.
And tell them we went to the moon once and never went back, and that the CIA works for them and the peace dividend when Russia folded, well, just didn't quite work out, but we tried.
Tell 'em the war on drugs is vital to their lives, too, while you're at it, and then make sure you get the rugs out of the closet for nap time at ten.
You can tell them a million and one things; they will believe it.
Those were drone airplanes that hit those towers and the real ones are at the bottom of the ocean. Where's my CBS Christmas Special?
Even the poor Americans have their flags waving from the coat hanger antenna duct-taped to the side of the trailer.
Well, if there was any amount of real religion spoken in any of these jillion churches, and if the newspaper reporters actually wanted to find something out, the lies and the rich and the corrupt couldn't stand up to that tidal wave.
But the churches and reporters are just a dribble, no more'n I leak on myself after I think I'm done peeing in the flowers.
.... I've spent considerable time in county jails and prison, nothing that would win any county fair prizes, but plenty enough to my way of thinking.
All for trying to topple the American Empire.
I would, too.
If I could I'd tie a rope around the Statue of Liberty and pull her into whatever bay or river that is. And then ram a flagpole way up her ass and call her Barbara Bush.
If I could will it, every little explosion in my toilet, when I push that silver knob would mean an American military base in Alabama, or a little bullet factory in Iowa, or some f*cking high school history propaganda classroom in Indiana is blown to kingdom come.
I wouldn't have even thought about that if I hadn't ever gone to prison.
It's the way you think now.
You are a tourist.
You haven't really been to the United States.
You flit around and take pictures of all the tinsel and bows.
I've walked down the side streets.
Yep. Mount Rushmore, come tumblin' down.
And I do believe ol' Jesus would put a hand on the rope along with me.
Yes'm he would.